story of song & I
childhood | jonesing to jam
“Smoke on the Water” entered my ears at 11 years old. Reared on The Eagles, Dave Mason, James Taylor, Cat Stevens, Crosby Stills & Nash and other expansive albums of the 70’s, I joined a band in western New York called Moose River, playing under the moon and sleeping in a band house, alarmingly adept at hitchhiking with an amp and guitar.
I played California piers to New York City stairwells, spilling out onto 42nd Street and Bryant Park. All to catch someone’s eye, to plant a riff in their head, sprouting as they hopped on the subway. Then to now, I love solo performance heavy on the audience engagement, soaking up all your generation-spanning voices singing along.
youth | carrying music
adulthood | upholding kinship
Musicians form soul kinships, brimming with loyalty and longevity. My voice was my ticket to play with better musicians, to push my range and skills, but above all, to find swing with the people I love. I still pick a guitar with members of the bands I played with 30 years ago. My drive to make music in community stayed steady at my side as I grew my family and business career. Now in my semi-retirement, my artistic drive runs deep and wide. I’m playing more and more with top-notch musicians in stints in Florida, California, and in The Berkshires of Massachusetts, my home.
today | still jonesing to play, to collaborate, to move you, listener, as you move me, as music moves us.
“There are many ways to the Divine. I have chosen the ways of song, dance, and laughter.”